Chasing Kitty

by Sascha

I should've ducked.

That stands very clear in my mind right now.

I really should have ducked.

I definitelly shouldn't have been eyeing Kitty's arse, no matter how nice it is. But, see, it was right _there_ and it was sort of wriggling and stuff, so how could I _not_ look? Stare, ogle, lust after. Whatever.

Anyway. I shouldn't have been doing that. Not because I see anything wrong in some innocent ogling, but because of the ducking thing. Or the ducking thing which I didn't do because I was ogling and which is the reason I'm currently bored out of my scull down here at the medbay. With just the big blue for company. I can't even tease him.

Trust me, I've tried.

He just talks big at me.

Now, I'm not stupid. I can read and write and count and all that, but I'm not some fancy schmancy scientist guy, and I tend to get a bit of a blank look on my face when the words come up in four-five syllables. And sound like they're from some been-extinct-for-centuries-possibly-millenias sort of language.

I wish Hayseed was here. I can make him blush. He's fun. I like him. But, of course, he _had_ to go back to his old teammates for some silly, upworlder reason.

Or Kitty. Oh yes. I wish she was here. Then I could have lots of fun.

In my head, anyway. Couldn't do much of anything right now, what with the concussion and the broken arm and stuff. I don't mind Hank. He probably wouldn't have noticed anyway, as into that whatchamacallit thingy he's staring at now as he is.

But when I'm healed, and I heal fast, I could have lots of fun.

Provided, naturally, that I could talk Kitty into having lots of fun with me.

Haven't managed it so far, but I think I'm wearing her down. Kind of hard to tell, but I think those sighs she gives me are more amused and a tinzy bit interested now than they were in the beginning, when they were mostly highly annoyed 'Marrow, what the hell are you up to now?' sort of sighs.

That poetry thing might've been a slight set back, though. But how was I supposed to know that she doesn't find limericks a big turn on? _I_ like them just fine.

But the roses were a good idea. 'Course Windrider was livid for days afterwards, but that just added to it. Kitty _smiled_ at me. Then she shouted a lot when she found out where from I'd gotten the flowers, but before that, she did smile. Pretty smile.

Talking to her doesn't work. Apparently I'm too direct. Or so Gambit tells me. "Try subtle," he says. "Cook her something, invite her for a romantic dinner, bring her dancing."

Unfortunately, despite her name, Kitty doesn't like raw rat very much and that's pretty much the only thing I know how to make. Well, I can do pidgeon as well, but the last time I did that, _everybody_ shouted at me. Something about diseases...

I sigh. This is really not making me feel any better.

I look like a pretty, pretty upworlder now. Shouldn't that help my cause? Laying cooped up in here for weeks, and I swear that's what I heard Hank telling Red, sure as hell isn't going to help any.

Whine. I want my Kitty. Mine!

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